Category : Poems
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If I told you that you are beautiful
Would it exceed simple flattery?
For compliments come ever so plentiful
in different faces, that it is battery.
Meaningless smiles contort burdened décor;
Your face falls apart, searching for truth.
The coddled boogieman makes love a chore,
Performed for bloody wealth ever since days of youth.
Such games doesn’t suit you,
They steal souls and never play fair.
Let adorn pollute you
And learn to laugh without a care